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Dwight Smith - Poem no. 4: Fewer Promises

from Poem Project by Barra Brown

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Ocean of grass that we poured into from the mountain
Where the alien eye saw only desolation was our home

Under the sky we were as kin to the Spanish horse
As if of one flesh he would favor no one like us

You would roam wide in the dark of the night
For a source that called your name
From away across the plane
Night long dance, neighboring ghost

Trailing the herds seeming shadows of clouds in their millions
Til the market found a use and the country went white with their bones

Hectored so long by the rangers and the cavalry
The wild thousand who remained would at long, hard last be subdued

Brought down to starve on the res
Waiting now on his great forgetful hand
On a remnant of the land
Hoping fewer promises would now be broken

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from Poem Project, track released November 11, 2014
Dwight Smith-vocals, guitar, glock, harmonica

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Barra Brown Portland, Oregon

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